Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a
Exploded, quiet nights
My heart packed all my misery, baby
To fingertips that might
And all you knew my story, didn't you
And all long I carried yours
Your blood was mixed and robbery, baby
And left us always more

So don't sing me your songs about the good
Those days are gone and you should let them go
And God help the man who
If have known me when
Old haunts are for ghosts
Old haunts are for ghosts

Cherry bomb, your is surgery
Removing what you don't
And every breath felt like a funeral,
While you packing up your car
And with the window
I your tired mouth
You everything
And wore all old welcomes out
And on you, my love
You sold youth away
Memories are ships
That never would be

So don't sing me songs about the good times
days are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for forgotten
Old haunts are for forgotten

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept your and heart and youth
like a tomb
And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept mind and heart and youth
like a tomb

And don't sing me your songs about the times
Those are gone and you should just let them go
So God help the man who
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for all ghosts
And don't sing me your about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let go
And God the man who says
If you'd have me when
God help the man who
If you'd have me when
God this man who says
My baby, if you'd known me when
Old are all we've ever known